There is something in the air and its not love. The chest is congested and heavy. The throat, with its self-loathing ways wallows in a slimy mess. The eyes are irritated and tangled in a mess of bloody spider webs. Unconfirmed sources on the bus ride home from work tell of record levels of air pollution. No wonder my brain is beating against my skull like the bass in a Lil John song. Welcome to beautiful sunny California, the majority leader of the left coast. We traded hippies for yuppies...or was it puppies? In any case today was a phlegm-covered gem.
I wonder how much longer I can survive on bullshit. The plate never seems empty but the taste is bland for sure. Go through the motions...
Okay I think this one is finished. A big stamp blah all over it.
When did I become such a downer?
I wonder how much longer I can survive on bullshit. The plate never seems empty but the taste is bland for sure. Go through the motions...
Okay I think this one is finished. A big stamp blah all over it.
When did I become such a downer?
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godess_akasha:
what happened to your face in those pictures???I mean did you jump out of a building??? Thanks for the nice comment on my set 
yourname:
i do not know when you because such a downer--i do not think i know you well enough to say...but i would prefer to say you're not really a downer at all.